Changing of the Seasons
He falls asleep on her chest
The best sleep he´d ever met
Nevertheless he dreams of some stranger's caress
So he awakes and he knows
Maybe someone else is supposed
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes
He draws the curtains aside
Unfolding the first morning light
He glances at his disenchanted life
Restlessness is me, you see
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
It's the changing of the seasons
He says "I need them"
I guess I'm too Scandinavian
The relief of spring
Intoxication of summer rain
The clearness of fall
How winter makes me reconsider it all
Restlessness is me, you see
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
And then she awakes
Reaches for the embrace
He decides not
To worry about seasons again
One of my best friends, Anne, made me a mix for my birthday last month. It was a disc full of songs about her perception of me, and of us as friends, and there were a number that really grabbed me, but this song, Changing of the Seasons, really speaks to me. It's quite possibly the best encapsulation of my self-perception that I've ever encountered, either romantic (as this song obviously intends) or otherwise.
It perfectly sums up the uncertainty of life, and the bittersweet resignation at the end really speaks to me. No matter how contented I am, I always feel as restless as he does, like there's something I'm missing, even if I have the best sleep I've ever had in the embrace of someone who doesn't doesn't seem to have those same reservations, and not realizing what I might have
Click to viewThe best sleep he´d ever met
Nevertheless he dreams of some stranger's caress
So he awakes and he knows
Maybe someone else is supposed
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes
He draws the curtains aside
Unfolding the first morning light
He glances at his disenchanted life
Restlessness is me, you see
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
It's the changing of the seasons
He says "I need them"
I guess I'm too Scandinavian
The relief of spring
Intoxication of summer rain
The clearness of fall
How winter makes me reconsider it all
Restlessness is me, you see
It's hard to be safe
It's difficult to be happy
And then she awakes
Reaches for the embrace
He decides not
To worry about seasons again
One of my best friends, Anne, made me a mix for my birthday last month. It was a disc full of songs about her perception of me, and of us as friends, and there were a number that really grabbed me, but this song, Changing of the Seasons, really speaks to me. It's quite possibly the best encapsulation of my self-perception that I've ever encountered, either romantic (as this song obviously intends) or otherwise.
It perfectly sums up the uncertainty of life, and the bittersweet resignation at the end really speaks to me. No matter how contented I am, I always feel as restless as he does, like there's something I'm missing, even if I have the best sleep I've ever had in the embrace of someone who doesn't doesn't seem to have those same reservations, and not realizing what I might have